Lyrics: Angellika Smith
Music: Angellika Smith
I’m gone let it off got a ladder for a snake - ya -
this is for the ones tried to get me out the way -ya- bout to dig a hole for you haters you could stay there working over time wit da guys we don’t play fair -
Back from the graveyard shift bac bout to make more hits this shit bout to make y’all sick driving the boat how could I jump ship
The missions to still get rich offa rap but this dope still flips don’t compare me to no young bitch run wit the pack like I’m marshawn lynch
I want this forever back for my spot no one spitting it better rip Virgil off-white in my sweater was one of the 1st how you hoes so forgetful
They done got rich off style now I want reparations aim for your top keep the sticks in the basement me and the smokers are really aquinted got groupies and fans and I ain’t even famous
back on my bullshit they know I do this been moving units without any music real life no illusions
In the kitchen you know what I’m doing
Making a living needed tax-free trying to beat out the system not paying rent bout to hand out evictions new lenses inside my frames switched up the vision
Gotta dismiss em baptaise a hoe make her Christian she used dance for the pistons now she submissive I’m making all her decisions coaching like Kerr my team winning
**** out the ceiling now I’m out riding around wit the clouds no ounces we smoking gumbo by the pound been royalty around this bitch gimme my crown I been having motion I made mama proud